This is a poem written,I think almost exactly 2 years ago,indeed it was the first ever poem I made and it is a paradox that was in a foreign language…but thus it was originated.Always a pleasure remembering it.
«So I stayed alone in the balcony
Gazing the wooden bar you touched
Now my life has become a monotony
Since I met loneliness as such
Am I going to continue? I have no clue
My aim is just moving on
With all pain I’ve been put through
Not even knowing how far I could’ve gone
Though I know we’ll never see each other
Because we’re meant to walk a different way
Our memories are bound to smother
But I’ll strive not to let them fade away
My relief’s that one day your hand I hold
And that’s a joy more precious than gold»
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Enviado desde mi iPhone
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It is difficult to write in a 2nd laguage, but you have done a beautiful job with this poem. Sentiments are heart felt and the pain is real. Wishing you much joy and happiness and continued success on your writing journey.
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Thanks so much for the support! It is a pleasure to see so many people acknowledging your work.At first,it was a little bit difficult writing in both languages but eventually,feelings themselves flow easily and it all comes out.Greetings!
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Well said!
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Nice one! Cheers 🌹
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Hola! Muchisimas gracias para su interes, yo tambien escribo poemas cada domingo. Thank you for this offering in English too, some of my work has Spanish in it. ~ P ~
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What a beautiful poem. I love the sentiments of the poem, Keep feeding our brains with beautiful sincere writing…
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Lovely poem and painting!
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If it’s meant to be, you will hold that hand again. In the meantime, continue to enjoy the moments of happiness life brings. Thank you for following, «Anything is Possible!»
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Precious more than gold
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